The calling of what is forgotten.
The eye of innocence.
The timeless presence into infinity.
The ageless wonder.
The path of light.
I dance in the remembering.
All of life to be my easeful wonder.
The meadow of my life calls forth the sacred I know.
To which all things inspire me in great love.
In great wonderment.
Casting light over the water.
The distinct glow.
The shimmer against the night sky.
The cornerstone of my life is before me.
I fulfill the boundless calling.
The ever-sacred life before me.
The new rituals I seek.
The experiences of love's sweet glory.
Only now do I feel the immense calling.
The land before time.
The essence of my material life.
The feeling of love I cherish.
The evergreen of conditions waiting upon me.
The joy of my sacred life.
All to discover the burgeoning grace of my heart.
And in the constant care and love of me.
For my grace is the following.
The surrender to all that lives of me.
Mine is the easeful path.
The grace,
The conviction.
The love that I live in the sacred calling of my life.
And for the journey born unto me.
Moon water,
The fragrant calling.
Of my life spellbound.
And in the depths of all that I may live and breathe.
Forevermore.
Moon water,
The stream of conscious inspiration that governs the ebb and flow of my life.
Here and before me.
For the messages of the sacred are my forever life.
The calling home and into the depths of the sacred.
The life I live in the forever lived in now.
And for the reverent life I know and breathe.
My sacred calling,
My true fascination.
My love is the endless grace of now.
Lived in the ideals I choose.
And of the sacred I call unto me.
Namaste.
